Deciding to go to the bar again, I push through the doors, plopping down at the bar and ordering my usual. Burying my face in my arms afterwards, I take a deep breath.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
After one drink, I walk home and slam the door, it decomposing right after I do. Frustrated, I just leave it be and run to my room, locking the door and plopping in bed without a second glance.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I get a text in the morning, telling me that I have to teach two classes instead of one now. Groaning, I stand and get dressed into sweats and a tank like I usually do for work. I grab a twenty and head out leaving my phone home. I go to the studio, signing in.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I wake the next morning with two black eyes and a pale-almost translucent skin tone. Swearing, I remember I have the class today with Whitney and walk out to Adrian. He drops the plate in his hand when he sees me.
"What the hell happened to you?" he asks.
I taste blood but don't remember what from, and I swallow before asking of him while I have to.
"I need you to go outside today," I nearly whisper, "I need you to apologize to someone for me."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Arms crossed and hood covering my face, I head down to the studio and wait for the class to end. I check the time and hope this ends quick, remembering the last time I left Ethan like that.
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I clear my throat and wait until everyone files out before walking to the instructor. I set a note on the table, something Ethan had given me before he passed out, "'Cuse me, miss. I-I'm Ethan's brother. He wanted me to give that to you. 'Xplains things."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I swallow and shift my weight uncomfortably, picking up the note and unfolding it, "He just wanted you to read it... I-I should be getting back to him. He needs me."
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
I shake my head and shoo him away, "Then tell him I don't want to know anything. Take it back to him," I simply say, plopping down at my desk and checking my phone.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!